Sometimes I wake up and I feel like I'm the most horrid person in the world, because I can see how cynical my thoughts are. I'm often told I lack tact, but I have recurrent thoughts that are much worse than the things I say.
My only comfort comes from the firmness of my heart, that knows what it wants, knows who it loves, among the people I live with. My heart and my brain can recognize and manage different shades of love. What they can't handle is hate.
There are people that I don't know if I could love anymore, maybe I do, maybe I don't, and I can't make a move because I'm rambling in the dark, but somehow I really hope we can come to some kind of resolution.
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